Traveling through time in the past, each frame of memory is like using a dull knife to carve out flesh.
A fire burned away the past, and the thick smoke always shrouded the truth. The further we get closer to the truth, the deeper the emotional hold on Shen Ren.
Someone asked Shen Ren, which one is more important, my feelings or your truth.
Shen Ren recalled the past again. On the way to discover the truth, the scattered people he met taught him how to be a true lover.
"Your love makes me sick."
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